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Plastic ducks and youth work #yfcconf14

She was a plastic duck
In a world of super swimmers,
A loud noise
Amongst graceful quacks.
Living on the sides
Tolerated by the crowd
A plastic duck with no water.
But HE chose her.
He saw her when no one else did,
Reminded her of his love
Through a youth workers note
And an old lady’s time.
She was a plastic duck.
On the side of it all,
No plush feathers to be noticed by
But He loved her just as she was.
Love the unloved
Choose the unchosen
Be where he is.